Lyrics:
Puffy
Now because of this blonde mop that's on top
Of this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned around and did
(Thirty-four, thirty-five)
Can you stay up all night? (Do you know what that means?)
Fuck me 'til the daylight (do you know what that means?)
Thirty-four
house
If there was trouble she kept it to herself
All summer long, the strawberry blonde
And by her face there was no way to tell
It seemed like all
anyhow?
Our time is up
(One, two, three, four)
Dog eat dog, every day
On our fellow man we prey
Dog eat dog, to get by
Hope you like my genocide
peace, I'm outta here later
And here's a finger, to all you non movin spectators
(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
"Yeahhh, head crack,
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Sex by the fire
it
2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Flash forward, 2045
What did you stand for in the life of your prime
When faced with the final judgment of today
Who profited from
What's your name let me call you on your cellular,
I like your face and the way you talk about your art,
bleach Blonde with two chains from Saint
jack
Mama was a thoroughbred mare
Had four white feet on a buckskin coat
Blonde mohawk in his hair
Stood about nineteen hands
Didn't need no kick
my hair, ’"
She said with a smile "I’m happy with
It it’s a look but I
Have a couple of shoots coming up
And everyone is like, ‘Huh
What’s going on?’"
wife.
They used to say that they'd got everything that they need,
Each mornin' they wake up,
Four walls, three words, two hearts, one love.
Here I
gonna do what I please
Let's get married
In a big cathedral by a priest
'Cause if I'm the man that you love the most
You can say I do at least
Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em till the block explode
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want?
I even got a little rock 'n' roll
The most creative, original, got 'em
gonna do what I please
Let's get married
In a big cathedral by a priest
'Cause if I'm the man that you love the most
You can say I do at least
Well
park boy
Trailer park boy, I'm ridin' around in my 4x4
Got the speakers bumpin', I got the girls thumpin'
She's sittin' by my side, blonde haired
results
As Rainman's is
Something's awful when Dustin Hoffman's
Dressin' up in your mummy costume
On stage dancin' to "Brain Damage"
What's
up (vacuum seal, what?)
Vacuum sealed up
FBG, YSL, know just what's brackin', yeah (yeah, yeah)
Told my story, gotta clear it by your daddy, yeah
Two, three, four when I walk up in the
Club they watch me stroll
Hey Mr dJ, do you got that Paula Cole
Oh, I'm so sure, it's gon' rock
Give me these
peace, I'm outta here later
And here's a finger, to all you non movin spectators
(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
"Yeahhh, head crack,
what the four by four is for
Ever since they been a slapping
Them "Hell yeah" stickers up on the side
Them good old boys been feeling macho
In that
mansions and condos, they quick to swallow dick
Fly G-4 to the West coast, under palm trees poppin Dom P
With a hazel-eyed big blonde weave that got
always looks the other way and she don't know what to do
For he is such a perfect doll with blond and curly hair
But he's just four and she's just three
(One, two, three, four)
A picture tells a thousand words
Some of them were mine
Combing through the evidence
Afraid of what we'll find
nine
Joey packed the nine
Pakistan on every porch is fine
We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time
With the sliding door, fuck is up
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